Comfort in those arms
Solace where my head lies
Upon that chest
And underneath, a heart that beats
To the rhythm of the stars

And my hands
Their fingers gliding
Through a mane of golden hair
Glistening like the lances of the Sun
Mirroring on the river that flows upon those shoulders

My mind slips away
Fleeing elsewhere
Shining of its own light
As the waxing Moon.